Chords for THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET - 1826 - Performed by Tom Roush
Tempo:
135.05 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
E
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
How dear to this heart are [A] the scenes of [D] my childhood, [G] when fond [D] recollection [A] presents them to [D] view.
The orchard, the meadow, [A] the deep tangled [D] wildwood, [G] and every [D] love spot which [A] my infancy [D] knew.
[A]
The widespreading [D] pond and the [A] mill that [D] stood by it, [A] the bridge and the [D] rock where [E] the cataract [A] fell.
[D] The cot of my father, [A] the dairy house [D] nigh it, [G] me and the [D] rude bucket [A] that hung in the [D] well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D] bucket [A] which hung in the [D] well.
[A]
[D] [G]
[D] [A]
[D]
That moss covered vessel [A] I held as [D] a treasure, [G] for often [D] at noon when [A] returned from [D] the field.
I found it the source of [A] an exquisite [D]
pleasure, [G] the purest [D] and sweetest [A] that nature [D] can give.
[A] How hard and [D] I seized it [A] with hands that [D] were glowing, [A] quick to [D] the white pebble [E] bottom [A] it fell.
[D] And soon with the emblem [A] of truth [D]
overflowing [G] and dripping [D] with coolness [A] it rose from [D] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D]
bucket [A] arose from [D] the well.
[B] How [E]
sweet from the green [B] mossy brim to [E] receive it, [A] as poised on [E] the curb it [B]
inclined to my [E] lips.
Not a full blushing goblet [B] could tempt me [E] to leave it, [A] the brightest [E] that beauty [B]
forever [E] is.
[B] And now far [E] removed from [B] the loved [E] habitation, [B] the tear of [E] regret will [F#]
intrusively [B] swell.
[E] As fancy reverts to [B] my father's [E] plantation [A] and sighs for [E] the bucket that [B]
hangs in [E] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [B] the iron [E] bound bucket, the moss covered bucket [B] that hangs in [E] the well.
[A] The moss [E] covered bucket that [B] hangs in [E] the well.
[A] [D]
[G] [D]
[A] [D]
How dear to this heart are [A] the scenes of [D] my childhood, [G] when fond [D] recollection [A] presents them to [D] view.
The orchard, the meadow, [A] the deep tangled [D] wildwood, [G] and every [D] love spot which [A] my infancy [D] knew.
[A]
The widespreading [D] pond and the [A] mill that [D] stood by it, [A] the bridge and the [D] rock where [E] the cataract [A] fell.
[D] The cot of my father, [A] the dairy house [D] nigh it, [G] me and the [D] rude bucket [A] that hung in the [D] well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D] bucket [A] which hung in the [D] well.
[A]
[D] [G]
[D] [A]
[D]
That moss covered vessel [A] I held as [D] a treasure, [G] for often [D] at noon when [A] returned from [D] the field.
I found it the source of [A] an exquisite [D]
pleasure, [G] the purest [D] and sweetest [A] that nature [D] can give.
[A] How hard and [D] I seized it [A] with hands that [D] were glowing, [A] quick to [D] the white pebble [E] bottom [A] it fell.
[D] And soon with the emblem [A] of truth [D]
overflowing [G] and dripping [D] with coolness [A] it rose from [D] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D]
bucket [A] arose from [D] the well.
[B] How [E]
sweet from the green [B] mossy brim to [E] receive it, [A] as poised on [E] the curb it [B]
inclined to my [E] lips.
Not a full blushing goblet [B] could tempt me [E] to leave it, [A] the brightest [E] that beauty [B]
forever [E] is.
[B] And now far [E] removed from [B] the loved [E] habitation, [B] the tear of [E] regret will [F#]
intrusively [B] swell.
[E] As fancy reverts to [B] my father's [E] plantation [A] and sighs for [E] the bucket that [B]
hangs in [E] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [B] the iron [E] bound bucket, the moss covered bucket [B] that hangs in [E] the well.
[A] The moss [E] covered bucket that [B] hangs in [E] the well.
Key:
D
A
E
B
G
D
A
E
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ How dear to this heart are [A] the scenes of [D] my childhood, [G] when fond [D] recollection [A] presents them to [D] view.
_ The orchard, the meadow, [A] the deep tangled [D] _ wildwood, [G] and every [D] love spot which [A] my infancy [D] knew.
_ [A] _
The widespreading [D] pond and the [A] mill that [D] stood by it, [A] the bridge and the [D] rock where [E] the cataract [A] fell.
[D] The cot of my father, [A] the dairy house [D] nigh it, [G] me and the [D] rude bucket [A] that hung in the [D] well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D] bucket [A] which hung in the [D] well. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ That moss covered vessel [A] I held as [D] a treasure, [G] for often [D] at noon when [A] returned from [D] the field.
I found it the source of [A] an exquisite [D]
pleasure, [G] the purest [D] and sweetest [A] that nature [D] can give.
[A] How hard and [D] I seized it [A] with hands that [D] were glowing, [A] quick to [D] the white pebble [E] _ bottom [A] it fell.
[D] And soon with the emblem [A] of truth _ [D]
overflowing [G] and dripping [D] with coolness [A] it rose from [D] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D]
bucket [A] arose from [D] the well.
_ [B] _ How [E]
sweet from the green [B] mossy brim to [E] receive it, [A] as poised on [E] the curb it [B]
inclined to my [E] lips.
Not a full blushing _ goblet [B] could tempt me [E] to leave it, [A] the brightest [E] that beauty _ [B]
forever [E] is.
_ [B] And now far [E] removed from [B] the loved _ [E] habitation, [B] the tear of [E] regret will [F#] _
intrusively [B] swell.
[E] As fancy reverts to [B] my father's [E] plantation [A] and sighs for [E] the bucket that [B]
hangs in [E] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [B] the iron [E] bound bucket, the moss covered bucket [B] that hangs in [E] the well.
[A] The moss [E] covered bucket that [B] hangs in [E] the well.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ How dear to this heart are [A] the scenes of [D] my childhood, [G] when fond [D] recollection [A] presents them to [D] view.
_ The orchard, the meadow, [A] the deep tangled [D] _ wildwood, [G] and every [D] love spot which [A] my infancy [D] knew.
_ [A] _
The widespreading [D] pond and the [A] mill that [D] stood by it, [A] the bridge and the [D] rock where [E] the cataract [A] fell.
[D] The cot of my father, [A] the dairy house [D] nigh it, [G] me and the [D] rude bucket [A] that hung in the [D] well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D] bucket [A] which hung in the [D] well. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ That moss covered vessel [A] I held as [D] a treasure, [G] for often [D] at noon when [A] returned from [D] the field.
I found it the source of [A] an exquisite [D]
pleasure, [G] the purest [D] and sweetest [A] that nature [D] can give.
[A] How hard and [D] I seized it [A] with hands that [D] were glowing, [A] quick to [D] the white pebble [E] _ bottom [A] it fell.
[D] And soon with the emblem [A] of truth _ [D]
overflowing [G] and dripping [D] with coolness [A] it rose from [D] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [A] the iron [D] bound bucket, [G] the moss covered [D]
bucket [A] arose from [D] the well.
_ [B] _ How [E]
sweet from the green [B] mossy brim to [E] receive it, [A] as poised on [E] the curb it [B]
inclined to my [E] lips.
Not a full blushing _ goblet [B] could tempt me [E] to leave it, [A] the brightest [E] that beauty _ [B]
forever [E] is.
_ [B] And now far [E] removed from [B] the loved _ [E] habitation, [B] the tear of [E] regret will [F#] _
intrusively [B] swell.
[E] As fancy reverts to [B] my father's [E] plantation [A] and sighs for [E] the bucket that [B]
hangs in [E] the well.
The old oaken bucket, [B] the iron [E] bound bucket, the moss covered bucket [B] that hangs in [E] the well.
[A] The moss [E] covered bucket that [B] hangs in [E] the well.
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